[Verse 1:]
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I cannot breathe, but I don't seem to struggle
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I hear the voices of my grandparents and my brother
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Everything so unfamiliar, yeah I know my way
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To describe this feeling, it's the opposite of pain
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No separation from the sky and the ground
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Livin it only to my imagination as I look around
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All along the outskirts walk the lost souls
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Screaming in the language that only the shadows know
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Script of the any recolection of the former lives
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So full of sorrow otherwise hollow on inside
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The feeling is so lonely that I have to turn away
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I ponder how awfull to be the final price to pay
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Continue moving to the trenches of this outter realm
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The feeling of being followed is certain what I cannot tell
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Up from down left from right night from day, day from night
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But the whisper in the wind told me "it's all right"
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[Hook:]
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Keep your life
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Keep us alive
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[Verse 2:]
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Walking down this dark hallWay with many doors
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And every single room is the place that I've been before
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Door one was the hospital I was born in
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And trade a cross from that was my grandmother she was so ill
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In the same chair when she lost air such a blank stare
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Tryin call her name but I can only speak in prior
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Moving on into the third door
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I feel the presence of my cousins and uncles so I'm in corridor
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Of this dark room that is pitch black
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Since that I've never seen the faces I knew they never be coming back
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The forth room is empty
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But I can understand symbolicly that's how I feel most of my life
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So it was me
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Door five help my spirit guides inside
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Their hands are joining in the circle protecting me from all sides
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A dark figure black for sixth door
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Cloud black the whisper in the wind spoke again and it said "turn back"
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[Hook:]
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Keep your life
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Keep us alive
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Catacomb
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| Prozak |
